Wolves in Sheep's Clothing by Linda Imbler

Folks wearing somber colored clothes

with somber faces,

Wishing

To be elsewhere.

Unease curls around them like the mist rising from

Between the stones

Through which they navigate,

Cold, still, silent cairns, under which

Perhaps some other lonely, rejected outcasts now lie.

Those left howling

By others too busy

To hear the deep hurt endured with each passing friendless day.

Now they stand,

Dry eyed, dutiful,

They are here because

Even a pretentious display counts.

Appearing atop the nearby hill,

One lone Wolf,

He throws back his head and cries.

At once he stills,

Lowers his head,

Simultaneously,

With the grim lowering of what

Will not return.

Linda Imbler is the author of the published poetry collection “Big Questions, Little Sleep.”  Her work has appeared in numerous journals. Linda’s creative process and a current, complete listing of sites which have or will publish her work can be found  at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com. This writer, yoga practitioner, and classical guitar player lives in Wichita, Kansas.